4.07.2013- “Don't put my poster on your bedroom wall!”

I'm starting to think this blog's name should have been “ The Blog of an Undergrad” because the U word makes all the difference. Something quite spectacular happens when one finds him/herself on a dig. You have to learn not only how to do things but how to get along with the hierarchy of which you are the lowest step. The best way to think about an Undergrad is as someone completely oblivious to the truths and practices of digging. And for that same reason we do require certain amounts of annoying (to some) teaching. We cannot learn how to mattock, trowel or write any kind of recording just by looking at people doing it. It is not how this whole learning thing works. And if it was surely we would be watching documentaries in an annoying voice on IPlayer instead of dragging our asses to a different country. But I digress. It is the third day and 3 of us girls go back to the site where the boys have been digging for the last couple of days. It's boiling hot but the occasional cloud makes us all quite happy. Then it's back to doing whatever you can just to find yourself useful. Besides, sitting on the side and watching someone do something was never my favourite thing. The rest of the girls staying at the Gorges are doing finds processing today, we all hope they are having a cooler time. Something I may not have mentioned is how very easy this stay in Serbia is to me. Being Bulgarian I understand not only some of the language but how people's brains work better than the other Brits. I'm not particularly glad with that, it's just a matter of luck- getting chosen for this project... And I digress again. It was archaeology I was talking about. Well another funny thing happens to some sometimes when you are an Undergrad on site- you tend to look at the people who know what they are doing as if they are reality TV celebrities and you're shut out on the outside with no inside info. But they are not. Mostly they are all very cool people who know how to do archaeology, and really all we want is the chance to become them one day. Ignorance is not a crime, not asking is. We got back to our little place on the Danube late today. We feel tired but happy. And believe me when I say there is no better feeling.